* When the mic is near me, you've got every right to fear me  So ahead of my time not even a psychic hears me  When his hand drops my brain unlocks  And you're dodgin this insane assault, I wouldn't entertain the thought  Battle scars I'll leave you stuck with it  My style's like a pussy with AIDS, you don't wanna fuck with it  Non believers who won't accept we're the hottest, sleep on us  And wake up in flamed tore up pajamas  Your thought's weak, move on,   I change your heartbeat from twelve BPMs to the speed of a Luke song  If you even puke wrong your career's sold I'm too strong  I can hold Jupiter with my earlobes  I'll pull out some shit I wrote when I was seventeen  it's so ?impious? to shit you wrote a week ago  I'm timeless, priceless; you rhymeless, micless  Bottom line I'm the nicest  My I.Q. doubles when in times of crisis  And my mind's as sharp as this razor you bout to get sliced with  All day during eternity. Always  "Copywrite seven eight" will echo through hells hallways    (hook x's 2)  I came seven light years before the dark ages  With eight different infinite ways to spark stages  Got a nine man crew that controls the reign  And the soul of every listener that knows my name    I posess what you stupid motherfuckers need to get  If it ain't Megahertz or Weathermen it's a piece of shit  The mic's the worst solution to even this  Cuz you'll go through twice the persecution Jesus did  I'll step on stage with a black cape with a wack rhyme  about your fat date  And how I met your mommy on the chat line  This fool Nelson will put you in a full nelson  Leave you layin face down in your stool yelpin  A thousand of your fans ready to kill me  And tell the sound man if he wants to jump in he can feel free  Instead of threats in your face I sprayed your ass to hell  Blast myself and resurrected a day later  So drop the mic this instant  Pocketknife to the throats of those that commit  Copywrite infringement  A sick twisted vengeance. I keep crackin on opponents  And sleep on more wrappers than the homeless  Deliver constant misery. I don't spit positivity  I spit on positivity and send fakes to a grim fate  Labels can drop me. I don't give a shit, I'm in it to vent hate  If they're dumb enough to sign me, great  Got a list of a hundred things I hate  And you're number one through ninety eight  If you hear an R&B bitch singing on my tape it's cuz  she got a gallon of my semen clingin to her face    (hook x's2)    There's two type of emcees  Those that wanna face me get hacked and fail  And those that have faced me can await a rematch in hell  My vocal tones pipe bomb your face in  Hold your own? You have trouble holding conversations  You're left with little to no air  Duct tape your mouth  Leave you upside down in the middle of nowhere  Shine like rays of sun. My brain's a gun  What you're tryin to say in six bars I can explain in one  It's obvious my skull weighs a ton  Over a billion gigabytes I download information from  I'll pelt you clowns. Ugly as fuck plus timid  Then melt you down and reconstruct y'all in my image  I ain't spittin if the track ain't hard hittin  I don't care if Premier, Mu Tao or Mozart did it  I'm deep with a fistful of satire  It's this type of trajectory that makes heat seeking missles backfire  I show love to troops that I bomb  By givin hugs to crews with nuclear arms  I'm like Chuck Manson on tape  My choruses are me givin my victims a chance to escape  The raw phantom without a champion jaw is here to scar  your soft patterns with adamantium claws  My mic will make your nerves ache  Me comin off ain't the issue  I wasn't screwed on right in the first place    (hook x's 2)